Sensitive content ahead: +18 content. Might not be everyone’s cup of tea; please proceed with caution.
Jules had never stooped so low to the point where she had to beg a man, but by the time Ajax started to suck and lick her nipple until it was throbbing with an ache that Jules couldn’t take, she couldn’t help but wrap her legs around the torso of the waist of the man. She tugged him forward and let out a whine, "I thought you were in a hurry."
"I am never in a hurry," said Ajax. He drew the neglected nipple in his mouth and gave one strong suck, only to let it pop out and nip on it. He might be a playboy, but he never used women as if they were supposed to be used. He respected them and gave them a good time, even if he was only entangled with them for a night.
However, his slow teasing was enough to drive Jules crazy. She closed her eyes and let out a groan of frustration. The second Ajax heard that little whiny noise, he chuckled.
And that deep and rich chuckle of his only drove her crazy even further.
His mouth was consuming her whole; the way his tongue slowly skimmed over the curve of her breasts made her arch off the bed, and she knotted her fingers to pull on the strands of his hair. Her nipples were straining under the attention that he was giving them, and that dull ache was something that Jules just couldn’t bear.
It was not enough. Even if it felt good, it wasn’t good enough.
She glared at the man before saying to him, "Are you going to do it or not?"
Ajax shot her a wicked grin. He bit the side of her breast and murmured, "It seems like you are quite impatient, princess."
"Humph." Jules rolled her eyes. That nickname should have earned Ajax a fierce burn, and yet something about the way he called her made her feel a little giddy. There was this little tingling sensation at the bottom of her belly that made her curl her toes.
For a second, she almost forgot that this was just for a night.
And that it didn’t mean anything.
"You are so wet, princess. I love how responsive you are, sweetheart."
"I—I don’t know," responded Jules, for she had no idea whether she was responsive or not. The men she had spent the night with had never cared whether she was prepared enough to take them. They all just wanted to take her to their beds; maybe it always was a matter of satisfying their egos.
"You don’t know?" Ajax arched a brow. He rubbed her clit with a little more pressure, pressing it with the heel of his palm. "If I didn’t know better, I would have thought you were a virgin."
Jules parted her lips to deny the claim that he had made, but before she could, his mouth covered hers again. Just like before, he stole her breath away, along with the moans that slipped past her lips. His fingers were still pumping inside of her, finding that sweet spot that made her shudder with delight and pleasure.
Each stab caused her to squeal and writhe under his body. And as the second finger joined the first, stretching her, making her feel so full that she twisted underneath Ajax. Her core was pulsating with a need that those two fingers could never fulfil.
"Ajax, please... Oh, please..."
He tore his mouth away from her. His eyes were dark and brooding as he stared down at her. There was something different about them. But what, Jules could not pay attention to it, not when she was so close to shattering.
"I need to be inside of you. Now," he growled as he pulled his fingers away from her core. As the warmth slipped past her core, Jules felt the hollow echo within her heart and soul.
It left her empty and aching.
But not for too long.
Ajax positioned himself between her legs and pushed the head of his length against her core. He nudged it in slightly, only to retract it back, leaving a torturous ache behind.
The man chuckled, and in response, Jules lifted her hips from the mattress and sought the friction. Her legs pulled him close, and yet the man reached out and pressed a hand on her stomach before pushing her down on the bed. "You need to calm down, princess."
"And you need to hurry the fuck up," snapped Jules. She had never been tormented so tortuously before. She was aching, shuddering and trembling. Her body was shaking with the need to have him inside of her, and yet the man wouldn’t give her the one thing that she wanted from him.
Ajax shook his head. He raised his hand and smacked her right on the core; the sting sent a delicious zap straight to her head, but as the pleasure drifted out of her head, what remained was shock and embarrassment.
She raised her head and looked at the man. Her body moved as she tried to get away from him. "Why did you do that?" She questioned him. Her expression shifting slightly as she stared at Ajax.
"You need to learn how to be patient." He nudged his length forward again and started feeding her inches slowly and steadily. "If you can’t even be patient over something so small, how are you going to reign your court, princess?"
His remark took her by surprise. Jules parted her lips to speak but choked so hard at the mere thought of taking hold of the authority and power that her father had that she started coughing. And that was when the man chose to sink to the hilt.
The situation was as awkward as it could have ever been. Jules closed her eyes and pretended to die; maybe if she tried hard enough, this entire situation would turn out to be nothing but a bad nightmare.